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Chapter 1 This is Gotham

"Give me a gun."

Donton pushed open the door of the gun shop and spoke to the bald boss who was reading a newspaper in front of the bar before he even stepped into the store.

Hearing Donton's voice, the bald boss raised his eyelids and let his gaze pass through the old lenses and fall on the visitor.

"You don't look like someone who has the money to pay the bill. Should I give you the gun?"

The boss put down the newspaper and looked at the tattered clothes Donton was wearing with a frown.

He was really in tatters, with thick blood stains and holes from gunshots all over his linen shirt and slacks. The boss could even see his leg hair through his trousers.

As for his trouser pockets, they were extremely flat and obviously empty.

Seeing the bald boss's scrutinizing eyes, Donton took a step forward without comment and stood in front of the bar.

"If you want me to pay, at least let me see the gun!"

Donton raised his hand and knocked on the bar, then continued to speak to the boss.

"Just a pistol will do. You can probably tell I'm in a hurry."

“Oh, that’s true.

A pistol? I should get you a Glock, but that's too plain, and I know what a guy like you would prefer."

Looking at Donton's calm eyes, the bald boss always felt like he saw a ball of burning fire.

Somehow, the boss suddenly felt more excited, so he took out two of his treasured pistols from under the bar.

“M1911 and Mark XIX modified, old guys like us like these old things, especially the stability of the former and the large caliber of the latter.

These two are my treasured antiques. Since I don’t usually have many customers, I can give you a discount.”

As he spoke, the boss reloaded bullets into the two guns.

Seeing that the boss actually started to load bullets, Donton couldn't help but mutter.

"Old buddy, you provide good service. You even reloaded the gun for me. Aren't you afraid that I will grab the gun and kill you?"

“This is Gotham, young man, why do you think I can still own a gun store at my age?

If you want to, go ahead and do it, and I'll always be faster than you!"

The boss responded to Downton and then placed two loaded guns in front of Downton.

His hands were firmly on the two loaded guns.

It can be seen that if Downton makes any unusual moves, the boss can kill Downton with a gun at any time.

But even so, Downton still pushed away his boss's left hand and forcibly loaded the Mark XIX.

At the same time, the bald boss had already picked up the M1911 and aimed the gun at Downton's chest.

Facing the boss's gun, Donton grinned.

“Why should I pay the bill when I already have a gun?
Boss, please respect the gadgets you sold me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton pointed the gun at his boss's head.

Seeing this, the bald boss swung the gun towards Donton twice.

"Since you and my son are of similar age, I can give you another chance to organize your words, and I also want to give you a piece of advice.

There is never a shortage of bad guys who are willing to kill people with guns in Gotham. There are already countless high-energy thugs, so why add one more like you?

Even though I can see what happened to you, you are still alive, and you should cherish your life, man."

“Why should I cherish my life? Those who can’t kill me will only make me stronger, and those who can really kill me will make me stronger than ever!
Besides, it turns out that the old item you collected is the blue Desert Eagle. It seems that you are a red-necked old white man! "

While responding to his boss's words, Donton stuffed the Desert Eagle into his waist and turned away nonchalantly.

Seeing that Downton didn't care about his threat, the bald boss couldn't help but smile funny.

"You're so mean, buddy, I'll just consider that I'm renting you the gun first.

By the way, I'll give you a box of .44 Magnum bullets. If you are still alive tomorrow, don't forget to come and check out.

By the way, what's your name? I should know who to ask for money from."

"Downton, Downton from Downton Abbey."

Donton raised his hand to catch the bullet given by the boss, then strode towards the store door.

Looking at Downton's back, the bald boss's right hand holding the pistol moved slightly several times, but in the end, he let Downton go out.

Just as there is no shortage of bad guys who kill people with guns in Gotham, there is no shortage of shops that are robbed. The owners have long been accustomed to being robbed and killing the robbers.

But today's robbers made the boss feel a little interested. "Donton?"

The bald boss grunted.

“He and I both knew that if I wanted to, I could kill him ten times before he could target me.

If he doesn't care about dying, why should I care about a gun?"

After he finished speaking, the bald boss put away his gun and picked up the newspaper to read again.

Today's newspaper made him astonished. Bruce Wayne actually returned to this city after many years.

When this name was mentioned, the bald boss's gaze seemed to pass through the wall and landed on the tallest building in the center of Gotham City.

The building is called Wayne Tower, just like Gotham could be called Wayne City.

This is Wayne's Gotham!

The Emperor of Gotham is back!

……

As he left the gun shop, Donton frowned. The gloomy weather and heavy rain made it difficult for him to see the signs on the streets in the distance.

Gotham is always shrouded in dark clouds, a typical subtropical monsoon humid climate. Downton doesn't like it here, but Gotham seems to like him.

This morning, Downton was still in his hometown, managing the community supermarket he had just taken over. It was also a rainy day, and Downton, who was arranging the goods, came here with a thunderclap.

Knowing the dangers of Gotham, Downton immediately sought a way out after traveling through time. He first investigated the era he lived in.

When he discovered that there were no superheroes and super villains such as Batman, Superman, and the Flash in the newspapers here, Downton immediately had an idea.

He bought his ticket to the metropolis.

Even though Gotham was Downton's first stop after traveling through time, he didn't want to stay in this city for long. Compared to Gotham, Metropolis without Superman was much safer.

As long as he stayed in the metropolis for a few days and then transferred to Washington, he would be safe for a few years.

When Washington is no longer safe, he will immigrate to a country like Switzerland where there are few superheroes and supervillains.

He had a good idea, but just as he got on the bus to Metropolis, the bus was affected by a gunfight between Gotham gangs, and Downton's original coat was lost in the explosion of the vehicle.

Of course, he himself also sacrificed himself.

Gotham is worthy of being Gotham. In just one morning, Downton has tasted the taste of death.

As for now, just like he said, what doesn't kill him will only make him stronger, and what kills him will make him unprecedentedly powerful.

Downton, who has never died, might still endure something just to live.

But after crawling back from death, he just wanted to let the person who killed him once taste the same death that he had just tasted!

When they used the intersection as a battlefield and used Downton and the bus he was riding in as a cover to fire rockets at each other.

Would they ever think that they have crawled out of hell?
As the heavy rain hit his body and his body became increasingly hot, Donton waved his hand to stop a taxi.

After the car stopped, the driver opened the window, took out his gun-holding hand and waved it at Donton, then pointed the gun at Donton's belt where the gun was hidden, and said.

"You better just want a ride, man."

"Of course I want a ride to where the gunfight just happened. It's probably near the Gotham Bus Transfer Center. Take me there."

Donton responded and got into the car again, facing the driver's gun. The driver looked at the bullet holes on his clothes suspiciously.

"Today there were too many gunfights, with Italian and Russian gangs fighting each other.

Let me think about it, the bus station is the Sabatini family's territory, and the area around that is under the control of the Sabatini family. He is Falcone's subordinate, so you'd better not mess around."

"Drive your car."

Donton urged, and the driver had no choice but to nod.

“Okay, I’ll drop you off about half a block over there, and hopefully you’ll keep me out of the way.

You don't look Italian or Russian, so what do you have to do with the gunfight over there?
But it's normal to be related. When I first saw you, I felt that you were a dangerous person with nothing. People like you who even have burning eyes are the most dangerous. "

"Since you know this, then drive faster. Are all taxi drivers in Gotham so talkative?"

Donton urged again, and at the same time took out ten bullets from the bullet box given by the gun shop owner and threw them into the taxi driver's arms.

"I don't have any money in my pocket, so this will be used as the fare."

After receiving the bullet, the driver immediately laughed.

"Magnum bullets are not cheap. The boss is generous. Let's go now!"

(End of this chapter)